Let's Go Flyers!
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzrEHdozaJ3qEy0sm7EXlY_LYrAl3kDpFZmQzxFgqmgsBAEO5Bp2Gg_a9_1njCe5VOmvXNWp7SIohC7t9JfeqWL54WAx_7xlzhtbjBZbAMwgwmavyVbsP9_XYLltumkOS-FCsaVrZeNkP/s320/flyers-logo.gif)
When I was a kid, my family had season tickets to the Flyers. We all knew Bobby Clarke, Dave Schultz and the boys and were raised to cheer the black and orange. While I put that aside for a while, my brother has kept up the mantra, buying season tickets for his family and watching every game with hope and disgust.
With the 2010 Flyers making us all believe again, I have started indoctrinating Aidan, 6, into the religion. He wears the shirt, knows the schedule, and is excited to see what happens against the Blackhawks (coincidentally my favorite non-Flyers team as a kid).
But I'm not doing a good enough job. For one, I can't keep him up until the games are done, because that doesn't come until after 10 p.m. I also haven't spent his college fund to snag some seats of eBay (this shows my lack of dedication, I'm afraid). I even attended a PTA meeting the night they clinched (although I did check my phone a million times to see the score).
The fact is, I know I have to do more if I'm to get Aidan obsessed. I need to give up my job and pitch a tent outside the Wachovia Center. I need to take him out of school so he can watch the 1970s Flyers and how they brought us the Cup.
I'm a bad dad. Somebody help me!